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( affectionate physical contact )

the affectionate physical contact meme

you love spending time with your significant other. but sometimes, just "spending time" with him/her isn't enough. you need to have your hands on each other every now and then.

➝ post your character below, with your character's name and series in the subject.

➝ tag other people, using an rng with range 1-8 to roll a scenario.

➝ roll as many times as you want, play out whatever you want

one; hugging. you just want to give your loved one a warm embrace. be it out of happiness, to comfort them while they're down, or just to give them something warm to latch onto, you just want to wrap your arms around them.

two; kissing. whether it's a peck on the cheek or a deep kiss, a kiss good-bye or a romantic kiss, you find yourself compelled to kiss the other person! be as tender or as passionate as you so choose.

three; holding hands. it's a simple gesture, really -- to reach out and take someone's hand. but that one simple gesture can convey any number of sentiments. what the sentiment is, is up to you, but you find yourself reaching out to take your significant other's hand.

four; carrying. is your loved one hurt and needs a lift? do they want a piggyback ride? or do you just want to spare them the effort of walking? whatever the reason, you're now itching to pick up your partner and carry them to their destination.

five; i love you. you've said it before or maybe you haven't but now you have to say it again or for the first time.

six; dancing. kick up the music, because it's time to dance! but no lone dancing allowed -- you need to have a partner! you can do whatever dance strikes your fancy. personally, i recommend the slow dance, but you can do whatever you want!

seven; massaging. did your significant other have a rough day? did they get hurt? or do you just feel like doing something really nice for them? whatever it is, you're giving them a nice massage now. they'll feel wonderful in no time!

eight; flirting. the easiest way to break the ice or maybe you're just an overly flirty person.

nine; cuddling. sometimes there's just no better feeling than curling up next to each other on a warm sofa. hold each other, lie next to each other, fall asleep on each other -- it's all good here.

ten; wild card! reroll, pick an option, or come up with something else!

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Maria told him it couldn't be done. She dared him to try, and see who out lasted who. Dorian in all of his awkwardness, or the saturated playboy. All in all it was a simple game of gay chicken. Though who had that name for it yet. Dorian had half a bottle of bourbon in him to steel his nerves, and no one told Matt what was going on. Playing cards were tossed aside as Dorian smiled at Matt, maybe a bit too wide.

"I know you hear it a lot, but you are a very attractive man."

Matt raised an eyebrow with a wicked little smirk over the top of his cards. "I do, but I always blame it solely on my fantastic genes and taste in clothing."

The cards are folded down on the table and Matt leans back a little, arm lounging off the back edge of his chair. "Though I must say, David, New York doesn't breed them bad either." He was intrigued by Alexanders' sudden admission.

"It can not always be blamed on fantastic genes, my dear friend. After all my father was ugly as sin and I like to think I am not an eye sore myself." Though he's certain had Matt ever met his mother it would have been love at first sight. He didn't often speak of his parents to Matt or Maria. His family he wrote too nightly was his own concern. After a journal was filled, he would burn it and move to the next. He had only shared important tales, his near drowning, that his mother had died in child birth. his devotion to his sisters. His father dying in the war, then Katherine and the kids. That was what he told Matt about the most. Matt knew the tales of him and Katherine's love. He figured everything else would bore him.

"The clothes do not make the man, the man makes the man look better." He spoke with a wave of a hand leaning forward on the table more. "I am all but certian you could walk in one of your clubs in a sack and still get every eye on the room on you."

"Then thank God that you seem to have taken after your mother. A handsome woman, no doubt. And if you're implying that my overall class is skill... You're right." Matt never bothered to correct Dorian's thinking. He had shared what was important and the rest of it didn't matter. Matt hadn't ever spoken much of the time before he was a vampire, save for the fact that he and Phoebe had been nobility, for all it had been worth at the time. The 1500's were a much different time, after all. The only story from then that Matt had shared was that of his fiancee.

"Not that I'll ever bring myself down to try that. I enjoy my suits." Oh Matt was soaking up the compliment like it was water and he was a dry sponge in the desert.

Edited 2013-09-18 14:06 (UTC)

He offered a bit of a shrug, feeling his own ego boost a little. "Mayhaps." He was still a Mama's boy even if she was long dead. "She was, you would have loved her, alas that is a story for another day." He waved it off like he did anytime he opened a chapter of his life he was certain Matt would not care about. But a woman who kidnaps a pirate? Come on. That sounds like a woman Matt would be all about. "No, some is natural talent. Skills are learned my friend. Though all the women passing by can't be wrong." He spoke in a coy tone toeing his boot off carefully trying not to be noticed. He had a fucking plan. Maria was watching with interest from the counter where she was sitting. "Surely, you are a man who never leaves anyone unsatisfied."

"Oh my dear uncle, surely there is a time when they are on the floor so clearly you must let them go at times." He spoke reaching out for the half filled tumbler of bourbon. He needed another drink.

"If I would have loved her, you have to tell me sooner or later." Matt slowly turned his drink on the table, using only a few fingers as he studies Dorian. The amusement in his eyes danced and he glanced over at Maria. Maria gave him only a small smile. They all knew how big Matt's ego was and Dorian apparently knew how to stoke it.

There was something afoot, no pun intended, but he wasn't sure what. As he thought about the few very good reasons his suits would be on the floor, a heat rushed to the deep south of his body. The glint in his eye gave it away along with the quirk of his mouth as he spoke. "No one leaves my bed with a complaint, except for how hard it is to walk the day after and I don't make a habit of fucking in a suit. Unless it's a dark alleyway or I'm in a rush. Why the sudden commentary on the state of my sexual affairs, Nephew?"

"I somehow don't see tales of a long dead woman capturing your interest." he spoke over the rim of the glass before taking a drink from it and placed it down. A moment taken to run a finger under his lips to capture what bit he had missed. Dorian knew better then to look back to Maria, if he did he may burst out laughing and the rouse would be up. He had spent long enough around Matt to know just how to work his words.

One point, Dorian. A small smirk playing his lips, that little bit of predator showing. Sometimes he liked to look more dangerous then he truly was. He bit at the tip of the finger he had brushed under his lips, those green eyes plotting. "Yes, but Alleyways are such fun." He knew that first hand with Katherine, the memory alone was enough to cause a stirring in himself. He bit down on his finger once more, his fang piercing the skin as he let his blood dribble down his finger to his hand. His eyes never leaving Matt.

"Curiosity, what else fuels me?" He spoke and finally with his boot worked off he ran his foot up the side of Matt's leg. He was totally mimicking the girls he had watched hit on Matt over and over. Outside of biting his finger, that's something he does when he's plotting. That's a pure Dorian movement.

"Maria's long dead and she catches my interest, so why not your mother?" Maria shot Matt a look that he ignored, as his eyes became locked on watching Dorian's finger on his lip. He had to admit that Dorian made his curiosity case very well. Alleyways were very fun, Matt couldn't agree more but the sight of the blood running down Dori's hand was distracting.

Dorian was a very attractive man. Matt liked his bed mates attractive and had they been in a different relationship, Matt might have done something. But Dorian was his nephew. His sister's child and they had been though quite a lot together. It made Dorian a non-possible many centuries before hand.

Matt suddenly saw this for what it was and he matches Dorian's predatory smirk with his own. He turned on all the charm, dark brown eyes locking Dorian's gaze as he leaned forward, gently turning Dorian's hand. Matt flashed a cocky grin and slowly licked up the single stream of blood, sucking Dorian's fingertip once he'd gotten there. Matt let's go and grabs his drink but doesn't sit back.

"I never object to satisfying curiosity." His true meaning laced the simple words with an unspoken promise.

"Maria's not buried, unless shes buried under you." Dorian spoke calmly the grin never wavering.

"HEY!" Maria called out throwing one of the near by glasses at Dorian, who didn't even have to move, she was shit for aim. She missed him as he smirked wider.

"What it's true. I am mannered, not ignorant." By this point, Dorian had already bedded Maria at least once himself. Stupid mixed feelings made him think he might care for her, he couldn't really make up his mind on it knowing how she jumped between him and Matt. She would always returned to Matt.

When the other took his hand and licked up the blood, sucking on his fingertip Dorian went rigged sitting up completely. The moment his hand was let go he pulled it back

Matt 1, Dorian 1.

Well, that didn't go according to plan, but he refused to loose. Running his foot loosely up and down Matt's lower leg he grinned a bit. "But, my dear Mathew, What of Maria? Surely she objects."

"Nope!" She didn't care they were family, she'd watch it in a heart beat. Hell, she wanted to be part of it, it was half of her plan for convining Dorian to play this game not that she told him that. "I don't mind at all."

Fucking hell, Dorian shifted his eyes a moment to Matt, he didn't want to loose. He was such a sore loser at times. reaching out to Matt's glass he took it pulling Matt's hand to his, he was prepared to fight dirty.

Matt snorted a laugh at the shared stab they took at her, always glad to see the smartassed side. Maria's bad aim only made it funnier to him and he took a drink of scotch.

Now that Matt was caught up on what was going on, it made the waters a lot more dangerous for Dorian. Matt would takes things only so far, it was only a game after all, but he is just as prideful as Dorian and just as eager to not lose. Maria's endorsement confirmed something she'd already told him in the afterglow and pillow talk.

The friction caused by Dorian's rubbing foot forced Matt to shift in his seat, to allow more space under the fabric of his slacks. No matter what happened, Maria would be finishing what Dorian was starting.

Matt grinned when Dorian took his hand, smile baiting him. How far would Alexander take it before Matt hit his limit?

Edited 2013-09-18 16:04 (UTC)

Dorian sadly was behind in 'Maria's dark fantasies chapter 357' so, he didn't realize just how much the pawn he was playing. Dorian himself, had never done more then stand on a rug with another man, well outside of hand shakes. He never even hugged his father when he was alive.

This was new grounds for Dorian, but much like Matt. He was only willing to go so far. To do so much but pride and ego pushed him forward, a sexual being he may not be any more but a proud prankster he was. "So tell me Mathew, what is your most favored conquest? Not just the lady in question, but how and where?" He inquired. As much as he hated to admit some of Matt's sexy time stories were awesome and he figured if he could get Matt talking about his sexcapades maybe he could get him worked up enough to just grab Maria and go.

Which in Dorian's book was a win. Though with Matt's hand in his he leaned forward, kissing the tips of Matt's fingers, trying SO hard not to think of where those fingers might have been. He didn't like whores. and he knew what Matt favored. Dorian just viewed them as dirty, which was odd considering how often he comes home bloody or muddy but whores... nope.

Maria had planted the idea of the three of them in bed together in Matt's head in the hopes that his flaws would encourage the elder to go after the younger. Since her plan with Matt had backfired, she decided to try it from the other direction and set Dorian on this path. As much as she liked them individually, there was something to be said about their pride and how they looked when trying to best the other. She'd watched it for years, of course she's greedy.

"And now it's story time, eh?" That grin went a little crooked as he watched Dorian's mouth on his fingertips. Matt had always been a tactile man and he had to close his eyes for a second to try and focus on what he was to tell, to focus away from the moisture and the feel of his foot on Matt's leg.

"There was a lady of station in Vienna who accompanied me to the theater a lot. A friend of a friend and every time I tried to pick her up, she refused me. I played with her for two weeks, trapping her body with mine in small corners, leaving dirty whispers in her ear as I passed by, working her until her human desires took control. The night she caved, I had invited her out to a show, got us our own private box-seat." Things were starting to become difficult for Matt. Dorian's plan was working and Matt was grateful for the table edge to hide his growing bulge.

Dorian was much easier to manipulate, it had been seen enough with Phoebe. Maria being her best friend, she had seen the master at work on her childe many times. Maria was wise enough to know to blood bond the depressed vampire would likely mean death for her at Matt or Dorian's hand, despite her age the youngest scared her when that temper showed. She knew how to make him do what she wanted though, to toy with his childish crush. She had no heart to love, and if she did it was only for Matt. Dorian was just a toy, something to pass time and provide her a home.

"I do so love your stories, when you loose yourself to them is my favorite." He spoke softly his attention completely on Matt as he kept up his act, working his foot up one leg and down the other and working his lips on his finger tips.

When Matt mentioned the box Dorian arched one of those defined eyebrows. "Oh, do share." Even for one with a low sex drive that sounded to be quite the story, He downcasted his eyes then as he slipped his fangs free but kept his lips closed so not to give himself away. Just holding Matt's hand for now. "What was it like in that box?"

Matt picked up his drink with his free hand, needing the scotch and the steel to continue. He didn't look at Dorian again until after his savored drink when Dorian prompted him. With a fresh moisture in his throat, he continues but his voice is rougher and his chocolate brown eyes are glazed with lust. Maria would be sating him soon.

"It was opera and opium. We smoked a little before the show, loosen us up, loosen her anyway. It was halfway through the first half by the time she caved to my considerable charms. She ended up with her head in my lap and god, she could service me like a professional linguist. We broke for intermission."
Matt paused to take a breath and another drink. He did lose himself to the story.

"When we got back, I took her bent over the edge of the box, skirts piled up at her waist, breasts half pulled from her corset..." He was lost in the memory again for a brief second.

Dorian could hear the Lust, and since he hadn't noticed the buldge he was counting the score to be 2 to 2. Still tied but he could work with it. Maria was just watching them intently, stupidly thinking her dreams may come true soon. She highly doubted Dorian's control when it came to his desires, and Matt's when it came to his reserve.

"Opium, I've never ventured to try it. I am told it is much like alcohol a poison to a mans mind." He spoke lifting the bourbon to his lips to take a drink, he did love to taunt Matt by mirroring at times, this time it was not a taunt. It was simply a moment of, hot damn Matt.

"She serviced you, then allowed you to turn her over the edge of a balcony? Where others might see?" That shouldn't be hot, but it was. Almost forgetting his mission he leaned forward bringing Matts hand back to his lips, a kiss placed on the palm. "No need to stop. You have us both enchanted." He meant Maria too but she hated hearing Matt's sexual stories, shes just there to watch the boys.

If he wasn't so distracted, the story would have been told with less haste but Matt wouldn't stand down from the challenge. He was trying to satisfy the question and avoid the bits that made the game harder. Apparently Dorian wasn't going to let him and his speech drew his gaze back to him.

"You should come to town with me once, Alexander. It's not a bad high and I can get you back home with your virtue intact." He couldn't help a heady soft intake of breath as his palm is kissed. He had them enchanted? It felt a lot more like he was the one being enchanted and the words flowed out of him.

"Yes, where anyone who cared to look up would see her gasping and rocking to the music of the stage. I matched tempo with it, you know. Bring her to her climax as the singers on stage do the same and her cries of pleasure only gave more life to the music. She was ashamed and horribly wet and that made her just as eager to please me." Matt grinned. "She did her job well, in the end." It hadn't been their last go of the night.

Edited 2013-09-18 19:00 (UTC)

Dorian hated that the story was having an affect on him, normally Matt's stories of his conquests didn't do more then make Dorian roll his eyes. Tonight with the bourbon in his blood and heated looks from Maria added with the way he could read Matt he hated to admit it but.

Matt 4, Dorian 3.

He couldn't let that go. But his eyes fluttered closed, the image of a womans passion filled scream at a crescendo was enough to make him visibly twitch. "Mayhaps, I trust you to keep their hands off me." Dorian normally spoke against it. He had not yet learned the beauty of drugged blood.

As Matt finished talking Dorian kissed up the side of his hand, counting softly in his head.

She did her job well, in the end.

As soon as the words were spoke the fangs flashed and he dug his teeth into Matt's hand, between his thumb and index finger. Just a few drops.

Matt sucked in sharply through his teeth, the breath coming back out as a lusty snarl as he promptly took back his hand and leaned back in his seat. He was already raring to go, in no small part to Dorian and his story and the bites flush of fresh current pleasure was intoxicating. Of course, his memory provided the sensations of the night from his perspective and that didn't help either.

"Oh, Alexander, were you not who you are to me, I would woo you into my bed and make you sing the same tune." The words were heavy and rough with the need that had been stirred. If Matt pressed his case, touched Dorian and taunted him like he had, he had no doubt about his statements truth.

"As it sits, I find myself in need of Maria's... undeniable charm." Matt turned all that heat in his eyes on her and waggled an eyebrow.

Dorian smiled like the Cheshire cat, as the hand was yanked back from him, turning to spit the blood into his empty glass. Dorian's fear of blood bonds was great, but his pride had pushed him forward. The grin was at the victory so close at hand.

Maria gave an annoyed growl. Not even one kiss, the boy let her down. At least until Matt's words finished. Her eyes darting between the boys as she rolled her eyes. "He's not really your family you know." She huffed.

Dorian's grin lowered to a faint smile as he nodded to Matt and folded his hands neatly on the table letting his foot drop back down to the floor. "And I thank you for that, I have much happiness knowing i have someone like you for whom watches over me. Thank you Matt." Then he moved his hand up, then shammed it down hard making Maria jump as he turned and looked to her.

"Victory is mine!" Of course he had to give up the game now. A draw he would call it a draw as much as a victory. He then looked to Matt as he stood, thankful for loose slacks. "Then I leave you to your own victory dance. I shall go on a nice moonlight walk. Have fun." AS he turned to shuffle away, his discarded boot in one hand he started humming. He hoped Maria was nice and sore come the time he returned.

As she slipped off the counter moving over to Matt. "I don't like how your rubbing off on him. That ego will do him no good." She was totally trying to play it off as she watched Dorian vanish out the door.

/end scene.

dirtyandtrue - 2013-09-18 20:15 (UTC) - Expand

She wasn't clear yet how it happened, but it seemed that she and Matt were to cross paths again. After meeting with him in Spain, the first and more...interesting time of her life that involved him, she hadn't expected to run into the sexy but roguish vampire again. But after Milton's betrayal and complete repugnance for her, it seemed natural that she go back to a time when she was happy and amused. Matt, even if he viewed her as little more than just a way to pass the night, made her smile. And she needed to have that once more.

Tracking him down had been simpler than she had expected. Someone with his activities always left an impression, especially on women. After drinks and conversation, she felt they were back where they had left off long ago.

Lounging on his couch, she took a sip of bourbon, still absorbing everything that had happened. "Thanks for letting me come by," she said.

It wasn't his couch but things had gotten a little hot at the house and frankly, Matt didn't want Nott and Maria anywhere near each other. Maria knew how Matt was but bringing a non-paid lover into the house would have been crossing her lines. It wasn't any kind of major setback, Matt fixed the problem by renting a room in town.

He stood at the window, looking over the less then busy street below with a tumbler of scotch in his hand. When she spoke again, he turned and leaned on the back of the couch she occupied, flashing her one of his coy smiles.

"Of course. What kind of man would I be to turn away a beautiful woman?" She was beautiful and he didn't view her like that, 'just a way to pass the night' but she would be foolish to think that he stayed out of anything more then affection.

Not thinking highly of herself, Nott naturally assumed she was "just another way to pass the night." But she was grateful for anything he gave her, even if it was just a smile or a wink. He was someone she cared enough about to not ask for much, just the affection he offered clearly. "I would say that you had gone blind," she grinned, feeling lighter just in his presence. The pain and loneliness lifting as it always did.

"You definitely make tracking you down worth it." She chuckled, placing her hand over his. "What has changed for you?"

"A blind man still wouldn't be rude enough to turn you away, Pandora and my eyes work just fine." As though to make his point, his gaze lingers over her form before meeting her eye again. He turned his hand, catching Nott's and tapping it once on the couch.

"Nothing terribly much." Except for Elisa, who had destroyed him for three weeks. It was Dorian's being broken and Matt's attempts to lift his nephew's spirits that had gotten him back to what he was. Elisa's name was forbidden and wouldn't pass his lips, no matter how beautiful Nott was. "Business is still good. David is still lofting around with the musicians. I'm planning on going back to Europe in a month or so, maybe Italy. Georgia's humidity is starting to make me feel like I've been pickled."

He took a pull from his tumbler before continuing. "I'm surprised to see you down here, tracking me down." It was a boost to his already large ego. "What's the occasion?"

Edited 2013-09-19 13:04 (UTC)

She held onto his hand, giving it a squeeze of affection. It was likely there had been a number of women, just as there had been when they were together. It would take a strong and hard headed lady to turn him down, especially when he employed his famous charm and seduction. Diana despised Matt, but that only made him more attractive to her sister. The forbidden fruit.

Her face darkened at the question. She gave a sigh, "Met up with Diana, she and I had run ins with Eve. I told you about here, right? My kid, the hunter?" She chewed her lip. "We ended up taking a drifter like us...Milton." She flinched inwardly. "He was a good...friend. He and I traveled around, did everything together."

She took a long drink of bourbon. "He betrayed me. I guess he decided that being with a hunter was a better idea. Turned against me in a fight with Eve. I was lucky to get out."

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10 - One of the above will happen

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